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Diana, and the word ‘Fuck’

Posted on February 20th, 2008 in Humour by Christodolus || No Comment

Made you look! Nyah nyah. Well actually, I was just reading the BBC and I noticed one thing: The British can’t get enough of the Royal Family, and they go bananas over a dead princess, totally ga-ga. She’s been dead, what, 8, 10 years now? It’s like people go back home and their kids go, “Daddy! Johnny’s dad was on TV the other day, how come you’re never on TV?” and the dad promptly goes out, finds a newspaper, and says, “I did not kill Diana.” and then in a flurry, he’ll be quoted everywhere: “Married Man Denies Killing Diana”, “Man Proclaims Innocence In Princess’ Death”, “Did Diana Have An Affair With A Married Man Who Killed Her? NO!”.

They also have a habit of accidentally printing instructions to the scullion on the bill. A little thought, one would think, would keep those damn gold digging customers from looking for just any opportunity to make money off an innocent restaurant owner. Think, my dear friends, have you been so horribly scarred by being told that you, `fuck face´, would have to `suck´ someone’s `dick´ for the incredibly princely sum of £0.00 as part of the bundled deal that allowed you to eat such disgusting stuff as Fish Cakes? Surely, you would be slightly offended, you would be rightly indignant that someone was to charge so little for such an important task, and you would definitely ask for some money. That is what these people did.

Just brilliant. Simply brilliant. Like this guy.

You have 17.5 million dollar US dollars

Posted on February 10th, 2008 in Humour, Internet by Christodolus || 1 Comment

Indeed, the following email notifying me of the large sum of money that I will soon have tells me that it will be in the mystifying currency Dollar US Dollar, supposedly pegged at the rate of oil from Abuja and suggested as a viable alternative to the Euro by the aptly named Goodluck Jonathan. In keeping with the wishes of the Late Engineer and in the interest of full disclosure, I have decided to reproduce the email here. Reinhard and I were great friends in our youth, and we often used to sit down by the schoolyard playing with what we thought was confetti, while Marc, JS and Julio were assigned chores to do by those older than us. It was a good time, and I’m certain that given a chance Reinhard would rather be there than where he is now. A great friend, humanitarian and a brother to all men. I salute him.

MANAGING PARTNER
P.FRANK & SOLICITORS
415 ROYAL LIVER BUILDING,
PIER HEAD, LIVERPOOL L3 1LL, ENGLAND.

Re: NOTIFICATION OF REQUEST

On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of Late Engr.Reinhard Hermann, I once again try to notify you as my earlier letter to you returned undelivered. I hereby attempt to reach you again by this same email address on the WILL.

I wish to notify you that Late Engr. Reinhard Hermann made you a Beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum of Seventeen Million Five Hundred Thousand United States Dollars ($17,500.000.00 USD) to you in the codicil and last testament to his WILL. This may sound strange and unbelievable to you, but it is real and true. Being a widely traveled man, he must have been in contact with you in the past or simply you were recommended to him by one of his numerous Friends abroad who wished you good.

Engr Reinhard Hermann until his death was a member of the Helicopter Society and the Institute of Electrical & Electronic Engineers. He had a very good heart and was a philanthropist. His great philanthropy earned him numerous awards during his life time. I.e.UNO, WHO, & UNESCO.

Late Engr. Reinhard Hermann died on the 13th day of December, 2007. At the age of 80 years, and his WILL is now ready for execution. According to him this money is to support your humanitarian activities and to help the poor and the needy in your society.

Please if I reach you this time as I am hoping, endeavor to get back to me as soon as possible to enable me conclude my job. I hope to hear from you in no distant time through the email address below.

Email:

Sincerely yours,

BARR.PETER FRANK (ESQ).
P.FRANK & SOLICITORS
MANAGING PARTNERS/SOLICITORS
Office Line: +44 702 405 7247 (Office hours only)

I attempted to contact Mr. Frank Peter.Barr in an effort to find out why he had a period in his name but apparently they close early on Sundays - obviously because their office is in Liverpool, a different time zone than the one in which their computers are. Poor Mr. Barr had to travel 2 hours eastward before he could send an email. I intend to send a representative to meet him in person at their office (coincidentally a place which also stores the Queen’s liver) and assess the costs of providing him with internet connectivity and a workstation. I must, of course, show gratitude for the promptness with which he has acted upon the will of good old Reinhard.

The Pirate’s Prayer

Posted on December 30th, 2007 in Humour, Internet, Religion by Christodolus || No Comment

I noticed that Marc posted about a spoof prayer to aXXo (a well known ripper), and I couldn’t help but notice that it was mostly a copy from something I’d seen ages ago that’s probably a derivative of something even earlier, from the times of floppies even.

Our father, who art a pirate
Filesharing be thy name,
From edonkey it’ll come,
Or bittorrent its from,
On computers as it is on trackers.
Give us this day our daily copy
And forgive us, our leeches
As we forgive those who leech from us.
And lead us not into court
But deliver us from the mpaa
For thine is the backup
For ever and ever
Amen

Here’s a slightly different reference.

Unexplainable pictures - Another One

Posted on December 25th, 2007 in Humour, Internet by Christodolus || 2 Comments

I remember posting a previous picture that made absolutely no sense! Here’s another one:

Darth Vader At Sea!

Maybe he’s searching for the Death Starfish ha ha ha, wait, why is no one laughing?

The last of the pack of bar jokes

Posted on December 17th, 2007 in Humour by Christodolus || 2 Comments

You know, psychologists have spent years attempting to find out why jokes work, and they have some really weird explanations for some of them. Take, for instance, the theory that jokes create new pathways in the mind, new patterns and they don’t work a second time because the pattern has already been created. Fascinating idea.

A guy walks into a bar and sits down next to a lady and a dog. The man asks, “Does your dog bite?” The lady answers, “Never!” The man reaches out to pet the dog, and the dog bites his hand. The man says, “I thought you said your dog doesn’t bite!” The woman replies, “He doesn’t. That’s not my dog.”

A guy walks into a bar. A horse behind the bar serving drinks. The guy is just staring at the horse, when the horse says, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a horse serving drinks before?” The guy says, “Honestly, no. I never thought the parrot would sell the place.”

A skeleton walks into a bar. The bartender asks, “What’ll you have?” The skeleton says, “Give me a beer, and a mop.”

A polar bear, a giraffe and a penguin walk into a bar. The bartender says, “What is this, some kind of joke?”

A guy walks into a bar in Cork, in Ireland, and asks the barman: “What’s the quickest way to get to Dublin?” “Are you walking or driving?” asks the barman. “Driving,” says a man. “That’s the quickest way,” says the barman.

A fellow walks into a pub near Buckingham Palace in London, sits down, and says, “Give me a beer. I’ve had a rough day at work.” And the bartender says, “Oh? What do you do?” The guy says, “I take care of the corgis–you know, the dogs the royal family owns.” The bartender asks, “Tough job, huh? The guy says, “Yeah. All that inbreeding has led to low intelligence and bad temperaments. And the dogs aren’t too smart, either.”

A man goes into a bar and says, “Give me a drink before the trouble starts.” And the bartender pours him a drink. He drinks it and says, “Give me another drink before the trouble starts.” He downs that one and says quotation mark, give me another drink before the trouble starts.” Finally, the bartender asks, “Just when is this trouble going to start?” The man says, “The trouble starts just as soon as I tell you that I don’t have any money.”

A tourist goes into a bar where a dog is sitting in a chair playing poker. He asks, “Is that dog there really playing poker?” And the bartender says, “Yeah, but he’s not too smart. Whenever he has a good hand, he starts wagging his tail.”

This cowboy walks into a bar and orders a beer. His hat is made of brown wrapping paper. And so are his shirt, vest, chaps, pants, and boots. His spurs are also made of paper. Pretty soon, the sheriff arrives and arrests him for rustling.

A guy goes into a bar, orders four shots of the most expensive 30-year-old single malt Scotch whisky and downs them one after the other. The bartender says, “You seem to be in a great hurry.” The guy says, “You would be too if you had what I have.” The bartender asks, “What have you got? “Fifty cents,” is the reply.

A Northerner walks into a bar in the Deep South around Christmas time. A small nativity scene is behind the bar, and the guy says, “That’s a nice nativity scene. But how come the three wise men are all wearing firemen’s hats?” And the bartender says, “Well, it says right there in the Bible–the three wise men came from afar.”

A man walked into a bar, sat down, and ordered a beer. As he sipped the beer, he heard a voice say, “Nice tie.” Looking around, he saw that the bar was empty except for him and the bartender. A few sips later, another voice said, “Beautiful shirt.” At this, the man calls the bartender over. “Say, I must be losing my mind,” he tells him. “I keep hearing these voices say nice things, and there is not a soul in here but us.” “It’s the peanuts,” explains the bartender, indicating a dish on the bar. “The peanuts?” “That’s right, the peanuts–they’re complementary.”

A man walks into a bar with a giraffe. He says, “A beer for me and one for my giraffe.” And they stand around drinking for hours until the giraffe passes out on the floor. The man pays the tab and gets up to leave. The bartender says, “Hey! You’re not going to leave that lyin’ on the floor, are you?” The man says, “That’s not a lion, it’s a giraffe.”

A guy walks into a bar with a German shepherd dog. The bartender says, “Hey buddy, can’t you read that sign? It says no dogs allowed! Get that mutt out of here!” The man replies, “No, I can’t read the sign–I’m blind, and this is my Seeing Eye dog.” The bartender is embarrassed and gives the man a beer on the house. Later that day, the man tells his friend about it: “I told him I was blind, and I got a free beer!” The friend then takes his dog into the bar and sits down. The bartender says, “The sign says no dogs allowed! You’ll have to leave!” The friend says, “Sorry, I can’t see the sign because I’m blind, and this is my Seeing Eye dog.” The bartender replies, “Since when do they give out Chihuahuas as Seeing Eye dogs?” The man says, “They gave me a Chihuahua?”

A blind man walks into a bar, grabs his dog by its hind legs and swings him around in a circle. The bartender says, “Hey, buddy, what are you doing?” And the blind man says, “Don’t mind me. I’m just looking around.”

A man walks into a bar looking sad, and the bartender asks him, “What’s the matter?” The man says, “My wife and I had a fight, and she told me she wasn’t going to speak to me for a month. The month is up today.”

This guy walks into a bar and orders a drink. He looks in his pocket and orders another drink, looks in his pocket and orders still another drink. His curiosity aroused, the bartender asks, “What are you doing? What’s in your pocket?” And the guy says, “It’s a picture of my wife. When she starts looking good to me, I know it’s time to go home.”

The rest of them jokes

Posted on December 15th, 2007 in Humour by Christodolus || No Comment

Some of these are really good. Have you read the Asimov story about how jokes come about? They ask Multivac all sorts of questions hoping to get the answer and when they do get it, they don’t like it at all. The name of the story is ‘The Jokester’ and it’s worth a read. Asimov loves Multivac, doesn’t he?

A little pig goes into a bar and orders ten drinks. He finishes them and the bartender says, “Don’t you want to know where the toilet is?” The pig says, “No, thanks, I go wee-wee-wee all the way home.”

René Descartes is in a bar at closing time. The bartender asks him if he’d like another drink. Descartes says, “I think not,” and he disappears.

A bear walks into a bar and says, “I’d like a beer and . . . . a packet of peanuts. The barman says, why the big pause?”

A kangaroo walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says, “That’ll be $10. You know, we don’t get many kangaroos coming in here.” The kangaroo says, “At $10 a beer, it’s not hard to understand.”

A termite walks into a bar and asks, “Is the bar tender here?”

A cheeseburger walks into a bar, and the bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve food in here.”

A dog with his foot wrapped in a bloody bandage hobbles into a Western saloon. He sidles up to the bar and announces: “I’m lookin’ fer the man that shot my paw.”

A baby seal walks into a bar. “What can I get you?” asks the bartender. “Anything but a Canadian Club,” replies the seal.

A grasshopper hops into a bar. The bartender says, “You’re quite a celebrity around here. We’ve even got a drink named after you.” The grasshopper says, “You’ve got a drink named Steve?”

A goldfish flops into a bar and looks at the bartender. The bartender asks, “What can I get you?” The goldfish says, “Water.”

Some more bar jokes

Posted on December 12th, 2007 in Humour by Christodolus || No Comment

Vijay claimed that the list was too long, so I’ll split it into multiple posts.

A Latin scholar walks into a bar and says, “I’ll have a martinus.” The bartender asks him. “Don’t you mean martini?” The man tells the bartender, “Listen, if I wanted two or more drinks I would have asked for them.”

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender asks, “So, why the long face?” A variant on this joke during the 2004 presidential campaign substituted John Kerry for the horse, but the punch line remains the same.

A penguin walks into a bar and asks the bartender, “Has my father been in here?” The bartender says, “I don’t know. What does he look like?”

A brain goes into a bar and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a beer, please.” The bartender says, “Sorry, I can’t serve you. You’re out of your head.”

Unexplainable pictures

Posted on December 11th, 2007 in Humour, Internet by Christodolus || 1 Comment

The Internet is a funny place. If you can think of something there’s text on it, if you can dream it there’s a picture, and if you believe it’s impossible there’s a video of it. Some of these pictures make no sense. In fact, I bet if you saw all the pictures like this you’d be wondering what you’re doing here in front of a computer instead of making more of them. Here’s one:

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A bunch of bar jokes - Part I

Posted on November 18th, 2007 in Humour by Christodolus || 1 Comment

I found this list on my harddrive. They’re pretty funny :) I remember seeing them on digg, but not sure where exactly. Anyway,

A guy walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says, “A beer please, and one for the road.”

An amnesiac walks into a bar and asks the bartender, “Do I come here often?”

A guy with dyslexia walks into a bra.

A young Texan walks into a bar and orders a drink. “Got any ID?” asks the bartender. The Texan replies, “About what?”

A pair of battery jumper cables walk into a bar. The bartender says, “You can come in here, but you better not start anything!”